Another of Ude's tasks is to prevent escape, once he starts to work outside the home, most of the people will try to escape, he must completely prevent such a thing from happening, and a successful escape will give others similar hope.

Therefore, before he began to go out to work, he demanded to the Executive Committee that the military crew assigned to him to guard the prisoners must be first-class marksmen, preferably equipped with scopes and night vision goggles.

"What do you want to do with someone so strong?" He Ming felt a little strange.

"When you find someone fleeing, you can kill them with one hit." The sharper and more ruthless the stop, the more effective it is, Wither explained. When the fear level is enough, you don't need guards.

He then broke up all those who said they were willing to join the gang and sent them to the various labor teams, and told him that if anyone talked about escaping, they could come to him directly and report it.

He does not promise them anything, nor does he give them any benefit. If you want to be trusted, you have to show the courage to sell yourself.

Probably because the battle gave many people too strong an impression, or maybe it was because their life was not much different from what it is now, anyway, except for some people who reported that a few small landlords and rich peasants were complaining that no one came to ransom them, and that the family could not do farm work, there was no abnormal situation.

Fu Fuji did not go to work as a laborer with the others because of a leg injury, but recuperated in a tent with other wounded people. In addition to changing the dressing every day, it is to eat, and the food is not bad, although the rice porridge is thin, but it is enough. Seeing a few pirates in and out every day to take care of their injuries, Fu Fuji still admires it: in the end, it is the heart of the doctor's parents. There is also a lot less fear in the invisible.

There were twenty or thirty wounded prisoners, some of whom had not survived the operation and died, and some of whom had recovered from their injuries and were sent to work in the labor corps. Fu Buji's long-term worker Ma Peng only injured his foot and was soon sent away, this long-term worker used to Fu Buji wouldn't even look at it, but now that he is gone, he feels very nostalgic. Right now, I don't have a single acquaintance around me.

A few more days later, but Ma Pong found an opportunity to see him. Saying that he was working for pirates, he didn't call them pirates now, but respectfully called them "chiefs". It's a very new word. Ma Pong now cuts and digs the soil every day. There is white rice porridge to eat, and salted fish can be eaten twice in three days. It's only six hours a day—it's annoying to be forced to take a shower every day, but he's used to it. All in all, life is passable. I heard that the pirates gave white rice and fish to eat, which made Fu Fuji a little surprised: his family ate sweet potatoes for the long-term workers all year round, and they would only give rice and salted fish to eat when the farm was busy and rewarded, although he was not at all out of line with himself, he was still saddened by the luxury of the pirates.

Ma Pong also said many incredible things, such as the machine that can move by itself, and in a while it can make tens of thousands of bricks by itself; There is also a thing that smokes and rumbles, and the "chiefs" do not allow them to approach, and it is said that it is the source of everything, that is, to constantly add firewood, and the firewood used in a day is more than the firewood used by a village for cooking. There are also pot stoves mounted on four-wheeled vehicles, and magical saws that can cut a large tree in one fell swoop......

He said it happily, and Fu Buji was not very surprised when he heard it: he himself had seen a lot of new things these days. There is already a certain amount of mental preparation for the pirates' new gadgets.

“…… The chief said that if you are willing to stay, you can change to a worker. ”

"Workers? Isn't it just to be a pirate? ”

"It's not when the sea...... Thief," Ma Pong whispered, "when that wasn't qualified. It's called a worker, and the villain doesn't know how to write it, anyway, he eats three meals a day, and he has meat at once, and he can take one day off a month or something......" Ma Peng looked a little envious.

"Phew! Do you want to be a thief? Fu Buji saw that his long-term workers were about to fall into the abyss of rebellion, and he didn't care much about Ma Peng's life and death, but he was afraid that his labor force would be one less, so he quickly reminded him that this was a sinister road.

"I don't dare. The old man said yes, it was to kill the head. But I heard that some people are willing. Besides, the princes in the county have nothing to do with them right now, what can we do about it. Ma Pong worked for the pirates for ten days, and his mouth seemed to be flexible, "It's all work anyway......"

"Ma Peng, you have a nonsense mind!" Fu Fuji reprimanded, "As soon as the imperial soldiers arrived, they weren't turned into ashes!" You are attached to the pirates, and when the time comes, you will even fall into the name of a thief! ”

Ma Peng opened his mouth, probably not knowing what to say.

Fu Buji took the opportunity to inquire if there was any news from the family, and Ma Peng said that he had been working himself and had not seen anyone from the village. And now the pirates have a lot of places to work, and he is often driven to do it here for a few days. It's almost time to lose the place. Fu Fuji was very anxious, thinking that even if he wanted to extort the ransom, he would have to send someone to say the ticket. Why don't the pirates even make a sound?

Ma Pong hurried away because he still had work to do. Fu Buji's leg injury was almost healed and he was able to walk. Forget that he did not dare to go out, for fear that the pirates would see him and cut him when he wanted to run. Now that he saw that Ma Pong was free to come and go, he took a stick as a crutch and went out of the tent. The tent was surrounded by barbed wire, and he shuddered at the sight of it, and the sight of bloody corpses hanging on the barbed wire during the battle that day was so horrible that he never forgot it.

There was a wooden tower outside the barbed wire, and there was a small pirate standing boredly below, carrying a bird with a short sword on his back, and the power of this thing was not only to have seen it, but it was as dense as rain, and when the gun rang out, everyone around him died. Such a powerful firearm, not to mention a militia like them, even the official army is enough to choke. However, Fu Fuji also knew that it was a dream to count on the officers and soldiers to rescue them. The Ming officials and soldiers didn't bother to pay attention to the lives of their people, and they really wanted to suppress the bandits, but they were afraid that the first one would cut off their heads and take the risk of receiving rewards -- when he went to Guangzhou, he didn't know how much he had heard about such a thing -- "the guest army was like bandits."

Suddenly, there was a strange roar in the air, like the sound of firecrackers exploding. Then there was a rumbling roar, and following the prestige, I saw a red steel monster roaring, spewing out filthy black smoke, gnawing at the ground with an incredible liliang, the scene in front of him had never been seen even in the most terrible nightmare, Fu Fuji's face was pale, and he almost fell.

Seeing the creaking of the iron plate, the behemoth moved slowly, and then with a roar, a huge shovel was lifted from the earth, and the earth and gravel were scattered around like a waterfall, everything seemed so thrilling.

Fu Buji was speechless in surprise, such a liliang, what can he resist? Not to mention the more than 1,000 officers and troops in Qiongzhou Prefecture, even if you mobilize people from several provinces to suppress them, what can you do? They have such a big liliang, and they are building a lot here, not for long-term residence, but for what?

Thinking of this, his mind became very confused, and he couldn't figure out whether it was a blessing or a curse. Squatted on the ground for a while, dazed.

Wu De took the latest issue of "Trends in the Thoughts of the Captives" to report to the Executive Committee. The Executive Committee had high expectations for these captives and wanted to use them as seeds for the future of political power, so it demanded that the state of mind of these people be reported every Monday so that policy adjustments could be made accordingly.

The Executive Committee Building, which was actually a simple building, was still habitually called an office building to show its grandeur - had now completely changed, with the barbed wire fences removed on all sides, high walls erected, posts set up in front of the wooden double gates, and two new rows of bungalows on both wings of the office building. The ground of the compound is all paved with green bricks, and two flower beds have been built on the left and right, and a Beijing 212 is parked in the yard, and there are several motorcycles and bicycles. At first glance, it looks a lot like the county party committee compound in a certain county town in the 60-70s.

Wu De did not enter the building, but went directly into a tiled room on the east side, and the black letter sign on the white background in front of the door read "Printing Room" in upright art letters. This is where the Executive Committee compiles printed documents and various internal publications.

This kind of internal publication has been edited since the Executive Committee moved to Bairentan. Although Ding Ding clamored for the establishment of the Lingao Times, the executive committee always rejected his request on the pretext that the time was not right, and instead put him in charge of running an internal publication. This kind of internal publication is available from all the traversers to the only circulation of the Executive Committee. "Trends in the Thoughts of the Captives" is a material that is only circulated by the Executive Committee and the Theoretical Policy Group, and only five copies are printed per issue.

There is a black hole in the printing room, because it is necessary to save electricity, and the lights are not turned on unless it is necessary for work. The room was large, with a rapid mimeograph machine, and a large table taken from the ship spread out with wax paper, steel plates, and iron pens. In the corner are two computers and several Epson 24-pin printers. Boxes of white paper and printed documents are piled up in the corner.

There was no one in the room, Wu De casually picked up a clear sample on the table, like a single tabloid, the front page had two crooked and twisted big brush words written like tadpoles, look carefully, it turned out to be: "Lingao Express", and there is a note below: Xi Ya Question.

Xi Yaya's head looks good, and he has inscribed the publication. Wu De read it, and the newspaper reported on the victory of the "first anti-encirclement and suppression" at great length, and exaggerated the report that the local government dispatched an army of 3,000 people, but under the blow of our heavenly army, it was all wiped out in only half an hour. Although the signature is a military commentator of this newspaper, the style that resembles the description of a war game is obviously the work of Xi Yaya, who was unfortunately injured on D-Day.

Then there is an editorial, signed: special commentator of this newspaper. Commented: The reactionary Ming Dynasty government will be completely wiped out by my wise and great crossing party.

This was followed by a theoretical article introducing Marxism, and of course, this Mr. Ma became a hermit born in the Wanli period. The payment is Du Wen. However, although the article is very long and lists many figures, Wude has never understood what it is. I guess even Marx himself didn't know about it.

On the butt of the newspaper, there was another article "The Blood and Tears Accusation of Lingao Farmers", in which the tragic experiences of many farmers were written. Wu De felt very familiar—wasn't this what Xiao Guo copied from the "Notes on the Trial of Prisoners" that Xiao Guo had copied to him after interrogating the captives? It's really a big copy of the world's articles, and there are a lot of additions to it, and its imagination is simply outrageous. The author is very conscious of not being signed.